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Although I would trust that I at least have a blog readership that won't be spending 1/1/10 am draped around porcelain repositories, snarling at atoms that bump into each other too loudly.

That might be the most colorful description I've ever heard of a hangover... perhaps 2nd only to the ship's mast thing by Solomon in Proverbs 23. I might have said something boring like "after party," or bibley like, "sorrow of the world [that] produces death."

In Australia, there are entire chapters in books dedicated to colorful descriptors and eupehmisms for a typical Australian evening (12/31 or otherwise). This would definitely make a worthy adddition. :)

Not even in the height of my yoot-filled rebellion did I understand the whole Begin a New Year by Aggregating All Possible Dumb and Dangerous Behavior Into One Night thing. The only year we've ever stayed up until midnight was the first year we were married and my husband was an IT manager on Y2K alert and we needed to be up to know if the sky was going to fall or not. It didn't. We figured the New Year would be okay without us.

I usually do a HUGE fireworks show on New Year's Eve. Being a man, I naturally enjoy setting things on fire. Fortunately, I found a few locals whose hobby is fireworks. We get fireworks at wholesale prices and organize a show two or three times a year. October is generally our extravaganza, but this New Years we think we have a good show planned. I usually do it around 8PM, but we'll be a bit later this year.

At midnight, my wife and I usually enjoy a single glass of champagne and watch the firworks going off around the neighborhood. I've had a lingering cold so I may skip this part this year.

And I'd get up for hither and thither no matter what day you posted it.

We won't be wrapped around porcelain repositories, but we will be crammed into Jeep Cherokee heading to Mobile, AL to set out for a 5-night W. Caribbean cruise. Wind chills are in the 10's here in Ohio and we have a moderate blanket of snow, so I will be glad to visit a porcelain repository that doesn't cause frostbite on the netherparts : )

Nope. Nobody here, 'cos we're all done with that. Our family of 7 took turns "draping" between Thanksgiving and Christmas, owing to our passing around of The Crud, during which time my home-educated progeny came up with the following euphemisms for our family's new hobby: